Queen of the Mad Dog Knights

A letter came from Yoshimne von Kishou of the remote island.

It spells out how Dashiva is on a diet there.

"Dear His Royal Highness Lieselotte,

Dear Dashibah's diet is going well.

The meal volume is also slightly (rather than somewhere) past, so you are eating special meals (military meals (rations)) carefully (by scratching your mouth and sticking it in) every day. It has a slightly (rather than somewhere) habitual flavour, but it has an excellent nutritional balance.

As for exercise, I've also gotten along with the big animals on the island (cannibal monsters) and they run fine all over the island (because if I stop, it's in my stomach).

Indeed (so many times I think I can pull my tail out of it that I can't do it too much) you're my paced one, and it's our arm ringing days.

Please wait a while before the crowning ceremony, as I will return it safely (to the satisfaction of the five bodies).

Your faithful Japanese dog Kishishu '

... I somehow feel like there's a () between the words.

Again, all Japanese dogs can count on you.

Relax and fold the letter, for some reason Master Leonhardt was thumbing east.

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The crowning ceremony is approaching next month.

Colorful replies have been received from the countries to which invitations have been distributed and from the heavy towns of all walks of life.

Especially on the continent of Lieselotte (a pseudonym!) of, the great country Lieselotte (it's only a pseudonym!) from which each leading player of the continent will gather. You think it's hard not having enough high-speed ships?

With a good internal affairs report from Mameta von Siva, a firewood dog who can, who is being ruled on behalf of the other continent.

"You don't have to compliment me! Because I'm just doing what I deserve!

You don't need a brush, a good boy, a good boy, or a crock! Yes! Because I'm just doing what I deserve!

I also had a tundra letter with me.

... of course I'd like to thank you a lot.

Of course the Empire is present.

With our country, where the extinction of the Yumanist kingdom has led to more borders with the Empire and heightened geopolitical tensions, you will want to do so without difficulty on the surface.

It's just a country with demographic and food problems.

To Master Leonhardt, "You must never make a far-fetched statement about the continent, as you will be gorilling to allow it to colonize the continent of Lieselotte after the crowning ceremony. This is especially true about borders".

It's just...... some replies bothered me a little.

I'm the archdeacon Golton.

If you are, you are the current head of pure humanism. who can influence many radical believers.

If he hadn't fallen in love with my dog then there would have been a holocaust in history.

The surviving faithful also dawned on [jihad] every day, and our country would have turned into exactly a demonic realm painted on blood and flesh.

That's how he sent me another letter like a question.

"Religion is what humans believe. Therefore, it is distributed with one interpretation.

When making a great change, there will always be those who will be dispatched. It's extremely easy to run and brittle.

Because there are many people who run more violent than controversial.

Well, the next queen. I did everything I could to protect my own people. Let us keep an eye on their efforts later.

By the time I quench all fires, I will be attending the ceremony of another country for the first time as the Archdeacon of Pure Mankind.

In the event of anything, I will keep Master Dashiva in the meantime. I prepare the best snacks'

"A herald of pure humanism and sectarian terrorism? The Archdeacon has no intention of being held accountable."

"Wherever do we place more soldiers?

Master Leonhardt and Mr. Darius are face-to-face in consultation.

(Dashiva is working hard on her diet. I'm definitely not going to keep it)

Whilst I think so, I was in the next room having a rough time.

I'm a girl, too.

Like many girls, they like beautiful and cute things.

Especially nice dresses, accessories, etc. that just pop my mind when I watch them.

But now. I've never cursed a dress like this......

"It's heavy......"

"Oh well, Master Lieselotte. You mustn't make weak noises like this. Historical kings have dressed lightly."

"It's a lie to be light...... it crumbles"

Lady Grace Corey Pitbull tells you as if you were stunned.

Teresa, who was watching behind me, said, "Master Leezelotte is only a child, so why don't you re-tailor it a little lighter?," he asked for a help ship. Say more!

The dress I'm wearing now is gorgeous, layered with thick fabrics and decorated with gems.

The king --especially the traditional design he wears when the queen is crowned, doesn't spend half the money because it also has the purpose of showing off his national power to other countries.

So very... very heavy!

You don't need stunning gems! You don't need silver thread embroidery!

I was surprised when my knee broke the moment I wore it.

Because it is very unsupported by my feet.

"It's a shame. I made it royal so the Empire wouldn't lick me."

Lady Grace, who unfortunately praised her beautiful face, supports my sides and lifts them a little.

"Um, you can even decorate your head a little bit more," said Master Grace, looking at me lifted and squeaking.

She has created the state of the art of fashion among the Kennel kingdoms.

He's a so-called fashion leader and fashion designer.

She's been worried about the upcoming crowning ceremony outfit next month, not even that one.

I'm tired of changing my clothes.

But I'm still small and I can't do my country's job. There is no way to do the doll state either.

(oh i want to work...... i want to do paperwork if i can)

We are going to ask Master Leonhardt to do us many favors and, after being crowned queen, we are going to split the work one by one.

My brother-in-law says, "You're in a good position because of this, if you spend more time studying what you like. Yes, you do." But such a brother is already busy trying to get a place to work.

So I want to do more that I can in this country.

————— If I don't, I can't really feel where I am.

You say you all need me.

My brother-in-law and Dashiva. You two stay by your side.

But... I'm not at all confident in myself.

No matter what they say about being a queen, one Leezelotte is just a faceless, clumsy girl.

If I could have done a little more joy and sorrow clearly, or at least one of the loving laughs, I could have done well with my mother-in-law.

What if it doesn't smell like this?

What if the dogs didn't tell me you were royal?

... That's why I want a sense of reality.

I want a real feeling that you can stay here at all.

(But...)

"Ah, too bad. Then you don't have this costume. I'll pack it in a box and move it. Everybody do it."

When Lady Grace hands over her painful costume to the samurai, they will humbly carry it to a sturdy chest designed in a traditional pattern.

"Master Lieselotte's costume has entered the chest."

"We will move the costumes of Master Lieselotte to the treasure trove."

"I will tentatively inscribe exhibition number 666 on the costume worn by Mr. Lieselotte ~"

Enough of these [things you can do]!

I just find it annoying how my smelling clothes are packed in crates and transported!

Coming from the Empire the other day, I can't forget the sight of the Duke of Hynuwelle, who looks sorry for me.

(Ladies and gentlemen, I'm too honest about my canine nature......)

When I was in my underwear, I came and hugged myself on the back of the couch.

Advanced aristocrats (especially men) and rabid knights are all too honest about this instinct.

I just want them to stop when people look at least, but they don't have ears to listen to at all.

Proud to be a "mad dog" who even goes mad at the king.

Proud to be the queen's dog.

I've read the monthly magazine [Dog Road] (published by Greyhound), which I keep all over the Royal Palace to try to understand a little bit of that feeling... the content was different worlds.

In the back number before I was discovered,

'Being a dog is about releasing your instincts and gaining your freedom, while being a great restraint to feel belonging'

and the philosophical texts adorn,

"Nice brush feature of the day!

"A Word of the Day by Grace Corey, Fashion Leader"

"Is pigbone sales ant in economic indicators"

There were many things that were really realistic, such as that.

Yet as soon as I came to the royal palace,

"A dog is love for a queen, a dream, a romance. In other words, Master Lieselotte is everything '

and become a branch rupture,

"Dear Leezelotte's worn fashion!

"Dream novel for you who are bored with paranoia every day that you want to be [good boy, good boy] by Master Lieselotte"

"There are pork bones out there that are named Lizelotte-like flavors. Kalang, do more. '

It is. Obviously, there's a lot going on.

In addition, the Question Corner includes:

"(Question) I'm dying to smell it on my dog coat, but Bitbull's security has been tight lately. Do something. Then the Royal Palace Guard is all good for our clan? Theory, right? (by someone from the Doberman clan) '

"(ANSWER) If I die now, I won't even want to smell it. Wait a minute (by someone from the Pitbull clan) '

'(Question) I wonder if I'm not suitable for soldiers. I've been stuck in my nose lately, and I've been snubbed, and my tanks have been taken away by terrorists. Should I go back to the country (by someone from the Pug clan)'

"(Answer) Before you do, give me back what I borrowed from Leezelotte-like gum. It's exactly 800 ONE! (by someone from the Chihuahua clan) '

...... It's a chaos of sorts.

Master Grace is now in the process of reworking his next new work.

Teresa will start preparing the tea for the break.

In the next room, Lady Leonhardt and Lady Darius had just gone out to give instructions on security.

(There's no Dashiva, and it's boring...)

As I threw my whole body firmly on the couch and bluffed my legs, the voice of the fuzzy paparazzi dog echoed on my head.

"Master, aren't you tired of the recent costume commotion? Let's go outside! I don't have a prime minister or a captain now. You'll get something nice ~! '

"I'm here too."

"Brother in law!!

I jumped off the couch.

I don't even hear Mr. Teresa stop, and I'll run into the guest room.

'Whoa, I'll act with you, too,' said Mars, a small white dog waiting in the next room, running at my feet.

On the couch in the lavish guest room when I opened the door, I had a brother-in-law who was flipping around and turning his arms behind his back.

Precisely supersedes regular civilian clothing from apprenticeships. But the big attitude remains the same.

Next door is Master Yoch von Greyhound. He lowers his notebook on the collar in the dog's appearance and rubs it over the couch. For long ears, a pen hooked with strings.

If you go back to who you are, they will also undo the clothes and accessories you wanted to disappear for some reason, but Master Yoch is the only one in the press with paper and a pen, so you are trying hard to protect this fashion.

They're, like, actually pretty close.

"No, I've known Lord Greyhound for a long time."

"Bud, you are very promising. I'd like you to get a job at Greyhound Publishing if you could, but you've been turned down," Now it's better to make sure you come out or find a way to make money. "hahaha '

"Ha..."

"You eat dinner with me sometimes, too."

"In the First Dining Room, Mr. Chow Chow, a civilian, and Sir Greyhound and Sir Marchese. It's a lot for the four of us."

Is Master Mars with you?

The schematic is that Yorch, who is over ten years old, feels like taking three young people to suspicious places to play.

(Boy would be nice......)

Master Mars gets on the couch and starts twitching on Mr. Yorch's elongated tail.

My brother-in-law dropped the bomb as I looked envious of how it was going.

"Friends are good..."

"Reese didn't have any friends over there but Dashiva."

"My brother-in-law! Oh, don't say that!

"It was me."

"Chi, no......!

I'm never, never me!

Hey, I just didn't have many friends!

He's a handful of elites!

I don't want to admit I couldn't make a human friend because I always say things with this immobile look, heady, and actually stubborn!

I was desperate to deny it.

But the more you deny it, the more three boys watch over me with raw warm eyes.

Please don't!

That gaze, it even goes through your chest!

That's how Yoch took me to the corner of the royal palace to give me something nice.

This room is decorated with portraits of historical royalty.

There you will find all the paintings to my real father, starting with the First King Ayal.

When I opened a special door that only allowed me to enter the royal family and the Duke's house, there was a spectacular sight in front of me, lined with one hundred and twenty-five paintings.

And a portrait of the one hundred and twenty-fifth generation king decorated directly in front.

His name is Abel Bewdeger.

He's my real father.

If you look closer and closer, silver hair, purple eyes.

It's certainly the same color as mine.

And a hard neat face, very similar. Surely me and he must be parents and kids.

But...

"After all, my father is Heidegger's father. I'm sorry."

I never move, I looked up at my real father in the painting and whined.

Memories and family love were all given by Cain's father.

Darius tells me he was great as a dog lover, but stranger to me. I still don't get the feeling that I respect you as a senior dog lover.

Looking at it like that, "Coon" and the white dog Master Mars sounded pathetic at his feet.

I lift him up and say, "I'm sorry," and I apologize with honesty.

'Take a look behind that painting. I discovered it this morning! Probably what Sir Wolfhound hid at the time!

Step aside at my feet, Master Yoch says.

(Is that it? Isn't the royal family and the Duke's house the only way in?... well, let's not go deep)

I asked Master Mars to wear a shoulder car and a peek behind the painting was there...... a notebook.

It's a little yellow, but it doesn't seem that old.

"Can I take it?

'Yeah, that's okay.' Cause it's for Master Lieselotte, and it was written by Abel in the hospital bed. '

"For me?

"In his days in the hospital bed, he was well written."

Remove the notebook, which was structured to be caught in the wooden assembly, and I will have it lowered to the floor.

It is a thin notebook when held with both hands.

When I open it up, it says [to you one day I'll see you] on the first page.

(Who are you... Could it be me)

It said this there.

"One day I'll see you. To you.

I am now being invaded by a disease that has killed many royalty.

You may die tomorrow, and now, at this moment, your soul may be summoned.

But I don't give up hope.

Because I believe that you, my child, will stay in this world.

I have dreams all the time.

Talking to you, laughing with you, looking around at you and the world.

I will hold you in my arms, taste the joy of life, and laugh with Darius and the others.

I've always dreamed of those days.

That's all I believe I can beat this guy who keeps invading me.

I want to see you soon.

What shall I say first?

"I'm your father, okay?"

"Nice to meet you" I guess.

... Probably can't say anything.

You'll hug me hard and you won't be able to say anything '

The sentences that start there were filled with sentences that spoke to me.

First things first about yourself. Talk about parents, brothers, lots of relatives.

Days with the dogs. Darius and his children.

Epidemic disease spreading and how the royals are going to die. A state of mind when you survive and reign.

And meet my mother and a broken heart.

It's like the thought of a child you can't see springs up with your daily record of life...

Finally, a pale depiction of the progression of one's disease, in a hard word of judgment,

'I believe you will come back one day.

Mona won't look at me anymore.

But I believe the day will come when you can call me Father and hold me. "

This page is followed by a white page at the end.

... I guess I've been exhausted.

————— I've read this far and I can't stop being upset.

Perhaps the truth is, you didn't think you'd see your own child.

Believing in my survival was the hope of life for him......

I can't read again and close the book with my trembling hands.

When I gently held my notebook in my chest and raised my face, Yoch, Mars and my brother-in-law were watching me gently.

Master Yoch rocks the collar notebook and says in a good mood.

'This notebook is a big discovery as far as I'm concerned! Well, it looks like the Chancellor was going to give it to you after the crowning ceremony.

But if you're coming to the crowning ceremony, you should be ready to read it first, okay? I shouldn't be the only one who wants you to know more about the Predecessor.

As a paparazzi dog [Quickly for great info! Scandals are quicker] So!

I thank him for his care.

"Thank you.

I was... loved by a father I'd never seen before. "

"Good. Yan. There's a father who thinks so strongly about Reese, and there's two of them."

"Yes......"

Always tread on the floor with a tready foot.

I feel like I've finally been able to confirm my roots in this country-----.

I was looking for a handkerchief to wipe the sight that began to seep,

That's when.

"Everybody get down!

"Geez."

Master Mars suddenly clamped his keys to the door, holding me back and laying on the floor.

The explosion sounds continuously with the Dokandokan far away, and you can see something like a white smokescreen through the window.

"What's wrong!?

"Enemy!

"To this big royal palace!?

"Yorch, no. This irritating smell..."

"That's a pepper bomb. It's a powerful weapon of pure humanism made exclusively for dogs."

"Is this royal palace under attack!?

Held in my brown arms, I whisper and scream.

Is that what the Archdeacon Golton was advising, "a division that ran to violence" is here!

When Yorch reports his men and Mars to Leonhardt and the transceivers for cheap or not, you will hear footprints towards this room.

"Good, security is better..."

"No, it's not, it's an enemy! Looks like the transceiver's been intercepted. I'm gonna run out the window!

"Aah!"

Master Mars held me and jumped out the window! This is the fifth floor!

Master Yoch, who follows me with his brother-in-law on his back, spills stupidity.

"Troop IV has been stolen by the enemy. Write a complaint article on one side in your next paper.

[Mechaota, monkey-headed malamute, don't forget where the buried treasure is]!

"Should I move personnel before then?

Absolutely!

I snorted desperately in the state of the princess's arms.